I saw a dance today That whirled and jumped and laughed on its feet. An old folk dance Kalidescopic roiling upon a cool breath Of autumnβs excitement of being alive A dance observed by a reflective summer Gamboling leaves of red, orange, ambers and browns Phrenetic leaping twirling jumping flipping And landing with glee
I saw a dance today Whose steely precision punctured the earth An operatic ending Piling blue-ice masses on frost annealed soil Of winterβs excitement on being, of existence Impervious to life, alive with death Hard percusive articulation, blunt statement Tap, tap, beat and pound Thud and thrum with efficient punctuated finesse
I did a dance today Tears and sorrow and sonorous wings flailing Old and intimate Terminus found rhythm stand still, now done Of winter no more, and blindness onset, for the morrow Moves stopped but not so its ripples Wave celerity, an expanding profound smile Leg, arm and head pause While all effects and causes silently, strongly take wing Take wing A cacaophonic stirring, but quiet and motionless and brimming with void Except in spirt where muscle and wings and winds alight anew. I did a final dance today, spirit born and coda bent.